A smile flickered at the edges of his lips at the words "mission critical", but it faded again quickly.

He took a breath, held it- and didn't fire. Not for several seconds, anyway. When he finally squeezed the trigger it let out two shots instead of one, and both far to the left of his intended target. He adjusted, then fired again. And again.

It wasn't as fun as he'd been hoping.

By the end of it, he'd managed to tear out most of the star, but only enough to get one of the cheap prizes, and he clicked his tongue. "Well, could have done a lot better than that."